Yesterday I cleaned up the mess I had made in the garage for my Christmas projects. After I finished I decided it would be a good time to go through my boxes of junk and see how much stuff I could make myself get rid of. In a box of books and old notes I found a legal pad. From what I could tell it was from a little over a year ago. The first few pages had notes about tools I needed, to do lists, and thoughts on readings. Pretty typical, but then I flipped the page and came across this:
'Last night I dreamt I attended a party for teenage vampires. I stayed because I was in love with one.'
I wish I could remember her name...
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This is the stuff blogs are made of. Her first name was Ivanta and her last name was Bychernik.
Okay, if Mom wrote that previous comment, I give her a high five. I'm used to Dad saying stuff like that, but the first sentence sounded more like Mom (and I've never seen him make a comment on a blog before). But, our parents have surprised me by many things they have done in recent years. Like purchase cable and big screen televisions.
It was me.
Thanks. That really clarifies things... me.
me, yom, not yod
I'm ditching my family to join yours.
but we ARE family...
Yeah... but it's just not the same!
You're not very good at this blog thing. Each entry is in danger of becoming the next "tamale entry"
Right now I'm okay with that. Tamale I may regret it.
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